Please Don't Do This To Me. God, It's Gonna Happen. I Have No Way To Stop It. (The Roleplay)

He looked over at her with a small smile.

"I'm glad you did too."

 

"Maybe," he said slowly, stretching out. He looked up at the ceiling, his frown prominent. "You'll stay?"

 

He looked down at her, his expression soft, before he rested his head on top of hers gently, closing his eyes.

"Okay. Thanks, Lil."

 

It took a while, but he eventually fell asleep.

 

(Zoop?)

 

Sylas was asleep the next morning, his chin resting on the top of her head.

 

There came footsteps coming up the stairs, high-heels clicking against marble flooring.

 

The door swung open and Sylas sat up suddenly, blinking in surprise.

"Sugar," began a syrupy-sweet voice with a vague Southern accent. Lilith would be able to see black heels in the doorway. "I'm not sure where the cake mix ran off to. It's Elsie's day off... do you know where she puts it?"

Sylas frowned and Lilith would see his feet touch the ground as he got out of bed.

"Mom, what are you doing up so early?" she would hear him say gently. "You shouldn't be out of bed..."

The door closed behind them.

 

The room was empty, although the smell of the overwhelming perfume his mother was wearing remained.

 

He returned about 15 minutes later, running his fingers through his hair as he opened the door. He blinked as his gaze fell upon her and he paused before giving her a small smile.

"Hey. You're still here."